The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Vicente was exhausted. Normally he didn’t work out in his bedroom because he would rather be outside, in the fresh air, but it seemed as if it would be a tad bit too cold, even for him. Vicente had no problem stepping out into the cold and working out since the process of doing such tended to warm him up pretty quickly. But it was just too cold this morning and, since he really only cared to work out in the mornings, he figured it was best to just get his work out over with as soon as he got out of bed. And he did.
Sit-ups, push-ups, jump-rope, Vicente got as much done with as small a space he had as he could. The time ticked away and of course he had to peel away layers of clothing that were becoming overly saturated with sweat. His tank top discarded, Vicente was bare-chested to the warmth in his room, leaving on only his sneakers and a pair of deep, black workout sweats. He counted in his head with every swing of the rope he jumped over and ever push away from the ground.
Before long, at least a good hour and a half had passed since he awoke and started his circuit training. His muscular body had a fine sheen thanks to the amount he sweated but every square inch of him looked toned and kept up. He may not have known who he was, but he was going to make damn sure that his body was in shape. That was at least one thing he had control over.
With a sigh, Vicente moved onto his feet from a long series of crunches and rolled his neck to the side. He was beginning to get thirsty. Grabbing his water bottle from the side table, he arched a brow as he lifted it up and immediately noticed that was lacking any water at all. Of course he forgot to refill it before he started today.
“Moron,” he whispered to himself.
Well, a quick trip to the kitchen was in order. Still breathing a little heavily from his regime, Vicente stepped to his door and quietly pulled it open. Rebecca had returned to her room across the hall a few days ago after missing for a week. Apparently she had gone though some trauma and was easily startled so he made it his mission to by as quiet as he could.
Quietly he opened his door, tip-toed out, and started to close it behind him. As he did though, he noticed something red and frilly on the ground. Arching a brow, he picked the cloth up off the carpet and turned it over in his hands.
“Oh,” he muttered in surprise. It was a pair of underwear. Huh…one of the girls must have dropped it while they were carrying their laundry or something…
Vicente led the way. he really did think that the classroom portion of the school was a tad boring so it was probably better to get that out of the way first before they ended the tour with the gardens. The gardens were really what Regan wanted to see but if they had gone there first, then that would have only left the classrooms and no tour should ever have to end with that. It just didn’t make any sense to him.
So, the boring route first. Regan would thank him later for that.
He marched on, leading them away from the kitchen and back out into the hallways. There was so many classrooms for the school, but Vicente wouldn’t have to show Regan ALL of them. Just a couple of sections here and there should be enough for the purposes of this tour.
It was as he was moving along, though, that he heard Regan muttering…
>> “So what do they teach here at the mansion? I never went to a school, “Father” home schooled me for my own protection. At least that’s what he said, though I think it was to protect all the other children from me.”
She sounded apprehensive. Not that she was scared, but she seemed worried about her fitting in. Again her train of thought, judging by her words, seemed to bring her back to the idea that she was different from everyone. Maybe she was. But the truth of the matter was that this entire school was dedicated to “different” people. Regan was probably going to fit in far more than she knew.
“Everything,” he confirmed. “Mainly elementary school through high school, but after that, they can help you get a job, even get into college if you want. But their main goal is just to offer a safe haven for mutants. Many are runaways, orphans, but there are some whose parents send them here to get a handle on their abilities.” He smiled as he glanced over his shoulder to her. “You’d be surprised how many people think they don’t fit in come to this school…only to find out they do.”
>> “They have a garden here? Oh that sounds like a place I would spend a lot of time at. I love plants!”
He smirked at her reaction to that. He was not surprised. Considering that he met her when they were both out in the wilderness, it was obvious that she would have an affinity for the greener things in life. The gardens he knew were quite pretty. Whoever was taking care of them before did an absolutely great job with keep everything just in place, nicely watered and cared for. He had heard that it was a girl who used to live here at the mansion too but moved away to college.
How sad. Hopefully the mansion could get someone just as good to keep up with caring for them.
But, back to the manner at hand, Vicente nodded to her.
“We do have a garden. And your more than welcome to spend the majority of your time there. The last gardener did a great job of keeping it nice and well-kept. I’m sure you’ll like it. We’ll save that for last, okay? Let’s just get the boring stuff done now.”
He proceeded to led her out when he mentioned signing her up to stay here. Her posture and voice seemed to lose some of its excitement.
>> “Ummm, yeah ok, that would be nice. I wouldn’t want to have a bad room.”
Trying to be comforting, Vicente smiled as he reached over to give her shoulder a squeeze. “Don’t worry. These people are nice. And they’ll be great to you. I’ll make sure of that.”
He gave her a wink and led her out into the halls again. First stop…the classrooms…
>> “That doesn’t help any! That makes it feel even more grabby and violate…y.” [/color]
He chuckled as he looked into her speckled eyes. Her smile was indeed very pretty and, he tilted his gaze as he peered at her, was she blushing? Was that lavender color in her cheeks actually a blush? So far nothing seemed to faze the young gargoyle when it came to being embarrassed but now it seemed as if something actually did? He had to admit that it was a fun prospect and maybe one that he should relentlessly tease her about.
Sure they just met, but friends teased each other, didn’t they?
He just shrugged and laughed along with her as she giggled, shaking his head at her commentary.
“When you say it like that, I feel like I should go tell an adult or something,” he laughed. But he shook his head gently as he patted her hand. “I’m only kidding. I prefer to think that maybe…there’s really nothing you could do to make me uneasy. So, please, grab away.”
That, of course, deserved a chuckle. In the midst of both their blushing and laughter, Vicente had to look up, smiling at the young woman who was before him. The lavender was still tinting her cheeks and he could help but find that adorable.
“You know…you’re even cuter when you blush,” he said a little absentmindedly. It gave the illusion that he may or may not know that he had actually said it out loud. Though…he probably did. It was just a friendly chat. Nothing wrong with that, right?
>> “Oh wonderful! I’m so excited, I really hope you like my cooking.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fantastic,” Vicente said with a nod.
In reality he really did think that it would be fine. Though he didn’t know Regan’s cooking skill set, he had a feeling that she was probably better than she feared. If there was one thing that Vicente was learning these days, it was that people were capable of far more than they thought they were. He knew that the meal would be just fine and found himself unable to wait.
He would greatly look forward to tomorrow.
So, with the cinnamon buns cleared, Vicente stood up and tried to figure where else he could show the young woman. There was so much at the mansion and though he wasn’t a real tour guide, he had explored a lot since he joined. Hmm, but what else was there?
>> “So where should we visit next? Do you have any other favorite places in the mansion?”
He thought for a second before he just shook his head.
“Except for my room and outside on the grounds, not really,” he said with a shrug. “But come on. I show you a couple of the boring classrooms, then maybe the garden before I finally bring you back to officially sign in? I’ll stay with you to make sure they give you a good room. Deal?”
>> “It is pretty delicious. I love anything with seafood in it!”
Vicente sighed in thought, thinking about the possibility of the food promised. It really did sound quite wonderful. He hoped that Regan wouldn’t be put through too much trouble to make it, but since she had been so adamant about making him dinner, he didn’t want to deny her. Plus he would be helping out so at least it wouldn’t be TOTALLY on her!
The big question, was, when would they have this evening?
>> “Hmm, I’m not sure when you would like to have dinner. Maybe tomorrow night? That is if you aren’t sick of my company already.”
He would look forward to this.
Quietly he finished his cinnamon roll, munching on the last bit thoughtfully as a Regan finished her own, got up, and took her plate to the sink. Yeah, he had a feeling that she was going to fit in extremely well. Taking the last bite, he turned and was surprised to see Regan standing nearby. He quickly realized that she was waiting for his plate so that it too could be taken to the sink. Normally he would have cleared his own dish but instead he handed it over with a mute thanks.
Once the plate is taken away, Vicente stood up and leaned against the table with his arms crossed over his chest. He had to chuckle a little at her comment about being sick of her.
“Nah, sounds fantastic to me,” he said with a nod. “I don’t work tomorrow so yeah, it’ll be perfect.”
Vicente immediately backed away the second he saw the woman begin to break down. He was confused as to why the man stopped him with that sign (where the hell did he get it?) and would have just shoved him away. But his rushed explanations began to immediately sink into his war-addled mind. He wanted this monster’s blood but the thought that she was just a young, innocent girl immediately sobered him up from that feeling.
It could have all just been a ruse and maybe this guy was working for the red woman. But as she broken down into liquids and returned to the pores of a young, dark skinned girl, he immediately felt that the story was backed up. He was thankful he was stopped.
Staring down at the young girl as she reverted to her normal state, Vicente forced himself to calm down before finally he felt that tingle again. Teeth ground as he felt pain erupt through his body until finally he himself returned to a purely human-looking state. He wiped the sweat from his brow and stared down at the young girl before he turned his attention back to the wiry man.
He sighed and nodded to him.
“T-Thank you,” he muttered. “I…I don’t know if I could have stopped myself in time.”
“POLICE! FREEZE!!” he snapped his attention back to the entrance and saw several officers enter, their guns raised. Instantly he felt bad for the young girl. But…he hoped they could handle her.
“VICENTE!” a voice shouted out. He looked up and saw his squirrely date, Cheryl, squeezing through the officers. Instantly she turned back to the cops. “He’s not the bad guy! There was a big red woman! He tried to stop her!” She turned back to him and beamed in his direction. “He’s just like the X-Men!”
It was a blur. All Vicente knew was that the red woman in front of him was his target and he needed to do everything in his power to bring her down. She had to be stopped. She was a menace, a threat, a monster…he stopped monsters.
A bellowing roar escaped his gapping mouth as he stared at the woman. She held her hands, trying to look as if she were going to back down. But everything in the back of his bloodlust addled mind told him that she was probably lying. She was the type of person who would say anything to disengage from a battle she was losing. He got her good with his claws but again he saw no blood. He was just going to have to dig a little deeper then, wasn’t he?
>> “Stop it…You’re a mutant, like me. We shouldn’t fight like this. You need to understand, humans are not worth us shedding our own blood. Think, brother! We need to ban together! Not tear each other down!”[/b][/i]
He tilted his head. Brother? Did she really just call him, brother? Was she trying to unite them under the banner of mutanthood when the truth of the matter was that she was a psychopath? He was nothing like her. And he never would be. He snarled and arched his claws as he took more steps towards her, glaring straight into the soulless blight of her yellow eyes.
>> “STOP!”
“The only thing stopping…is YOU!” he snarled and suddenly ran straight for her.
The battle that followed was bloody and epic. Vicente had dove her mid-section, and felt her fist collide with his left shoulder. The crack that followed indicted that something in his body was not fractured but the man didn’t care. Instead he merely used the pain to full his hate towards the woman. He lashed out, cut and bit whatever came into his proximity. The woman was a damn good fighter as well. Her punches were well placed and Vicente was sure that she had broken a bone or two of his, but there was such a rage between the two of them that neither was going to back down.
Finally, through all the spilling of blood, the bruising, the exhaustion that set in, Vicente saw his chance. After collapsing to the ground due to a particularly nasty gut punch, Vicente found himself on his knees, struggling to catch his breath while the gashed up Amazon loomed above him, taking a second herself to do the same. While she was distracted, he found the will to suddenly snap forward and wrap his jaws around the woman’s knee. With a hard twist and pull, he rended flesh and muscle. Even she had to feel that as she gasped and fell back onto the ground with a hard thud.
“AHHHHH!!!!” she screamed and held her ruined leg.
Taking the second, Vicente spat out the odd tasting flesh and quickly pounced upon her, wrapping his octopus tentacle around her neck and pulling back his tiger’s claw. He would tear her heart out, if that’s what it took to stop her.
“ENOUGH!!” he snarled and made ready to strike. He was ending this now.
He was like a man possessed. Vicente didn’t know what came over him but the second he ran at her, everything clicked. He saw her movements and could immediately interpret her intentions. He dodged, expertly, weaved in and out of her punches and kicks, and managed to get in several attacks of his own. But it seemed as if it didn’t matter. With every slash and stab, there didn’t seem to be any recognition by the giant red woman.
But he couldn’t stop. Even if he wasn’t hurting her, he had to keep her distracted and contained! Until he could figure out a better plan, this was all he had.
>> “Hold still, you little punk! I have to admit, there’s more to you than I thought.”[/b][/i]
He smirked as he continued to weave in and out of her strikes. Deep down, he was curious as to how easily he could do all this but he knew that right now was not the best time to pry. Maybe it had something to do with his past, but that was not important. He couldn’t allow himself to get distracted with such thoughts and, instead, needed to just focus on the task at ha—OOMP!![/b]
The air left his lungs. Suddenly he was down like a sack of potatoes. He felt his knife leave his hand the second he doubled over due to the heel planted in his stomach. Once on the ground, that same foot was pressed hard down onto his chest.
>> “Gotcha.”[/b][/i]
He grumbled as he felt the woman add more weight to her foot and could feel nearly all the air in his lungs want to escape. She was trying to crush him! Panicked, he looked up at that malevolent, dark, face and imagined all the horrors and atrocities she could commit if she were allowed to leave. She had no qualms about killing people and it seemed that that sentiment also included kids. It was probably that thought that set him off. That caused that audible SNAP[/b] in his ears.
The tingle rode up through his spine and erupted throughout his limbs. He gasped in pain and growled as he felt all his bones cracking and shifting at once. His arms were on fire and his head was ablaze with pain. But it was a familiar pain, one that he was more than grateful to accept right now, rather what was being brought on by this red Amazon.
With a gasp and a roar, Vicente felt his limbs and head changing, reshaping, spouting fur, or suckers, or fangs, or claws. It was just the ace he needed. Taking the woman off guard, Vicente roared menacingly as he reached over with his tiger’s claw and dug the black daggers straight into the woman’s calf and tore down with all his might.
She yelled out and stepped away, giving Vicente just enough room to scramble onto his two feet. The mismatch of creatures that made up the young chimera looked terrifying in the flickering light of the theater. Enough to force the woman to pause, and given Vicente the opportunity to charge again.
>> “Oh sweetie…I haven’t even begun to start playing!”[/b]
Vicente barely had the time to move. For the woman’s height and stature, she was surprisingly fast. While he would have loved to have taken the offense here, the sight of her ripping out that chair from the ground was more than enough to divert his attentions. Spots of torn carpet, bits of plastic, all scattered around in the dull glow of the theater screen as the woman lifted the seat. He only had fractions of a second to attempt to turn.
It was fractions of a second he was thankful for.
The seat went sailing and Vicente had barely managed to turn away to avoid being hit. He felt the scrap against his cheek, which momentarily sent him to his knee, but that was all. Instead of dwelling on the woman’s strength for too long, he dove into his pocket and immediately pulled out a black folding knife he had hidden within. The blade was small but it was sharp. He knew that it was probably illegal to carry it, but after his incident with Adonis, he really just didn’t care. He needed to defend himself.
Today he definitely needed to defend himself. Knife in hand, Vicente flipped the blade open and held it threateningly towards the woman.
Without a word, he charged for her, little care for his own life right now and focused only on the bloodlust that was beginning to jab at the back of his mind.
>> “You little rat…Don’t you DARE ever address me like that again? You understand me!?
SMASH!!
Vicente felt it hit his back. And while the sign that the red Amazon carried hurt, it was not enough to divert his momentum. He had quickly pieced together what had occurred between the two of them while he was out. He awoke just in time to see the young girls he saw the Amazon harassing before he was sent sailing running out the back door. The wiry guy must had distracted the woman long enough to give them an escape. But that left him with no alternative than to face the angry woman.
Vicente knew that was his cue.
He waited until she lifted the word and momentarily blocked him from view. When she had, he had dashed forward as best he could before finally hurling himself into her mid-section. Though he was injured, and she was far bigger than him, Vicente still managed to tackle her quite effectively. She was only a foot taller than him, but it still felt like he had thrown himself against a well made brick wall. Thankfully, she gave.
The word smashed on his back and Vicente growled but held tight to her as they both tumbled down onto the ground. And what a mighty quake that followed was it. Vicente could feel the vibrations shake through the floor but just as suddenly as they had occurred, they ended. The young Chimera took only a second to catch his breath before he rolled off to the side and onto his feet.
Blinking away the daze, he glared at the woman and snarled.
“Think again, lady,” he said as he held his fists up. “You got a problem with anyone, take it up with the guy you sucker punched!”
Wow. That hurt. Vicente had heard the something strike his head but it felt like a sledgehammer or a car rather than an actual fist. In the second that it took for the pain to shoot out over his entire body, Vicente had only briefly felt his feet leave the ground before he was suddenly encompassed in a black out. And that was probably for the best.
As his body had flown, he definitely should not have been conscious for the eventual landing on the theater seats. They struck in bad places, places that would have made him black out even further had he not already passed the threshold into unconsciousness.
Seconds felt like hours and for a moment Vicente actually thought that maybe he should just stay here in this realm of darkness. It was comforting and he didn’t have to feel any of the pain in the outside world. Here it didn’t matter what his past was, nor if he even had a real name. All he cared about here was the nestling warmth that came with being taken out of the flow of the world.
It was nice, for once.
>> “Yo? Hey, man!! Are you okay?”
A voice tore through the blackness and he recoiled. He didn’t want to acknowledge it. It led back to the real world and that only meant pain. But the voice echoed with urgency and, before long, Vicente felt himself clawing back to the waking world. He felt every bruise and cut and scrap he had suffered, including a mind numbing pain in the back of his skull. But despite all that, he continued to feel himself being pulled back.
>> “Hey! HEY! Over here!! Look here, you B****!!!”
Oh, that’s not good, he finally managed to think. With a groan Vicente felt himself return to his body with a gasp and groan. Rolling into a sitting position, Vicente found himself sitting atop several seats, his entire back a road map of pain. But that wasn’t the worst of it. As he sat, he watched the towering red woman storm towards the little guy. Definitely not good. He needed to do something…
Vicente narrowed his eyes as he glared at the tall and busty mutant. Even though he knew how powerful and terrifying this creature could be, he marveled at her sheer height and stature. She rivaled himself absolutely! Her height, her muscles, he doubted that he would ever be able to work out enough to match her! That thought alone was scary. But he couldn’t back down. She was attacking kids! KIDS! He couldn’t let that rest.
He clenched his fists and made ready do what he needed to do to stop the woman.
>> “Another one? Please…Why do you have to ruin my fun?”[/b][/i]
Confusion. She obviously was not referring to him but who else could she be referring to? It seemed as if everyone screaming or running out of the theatre now. What damn fool was going to try and play hero?
He turned and eyed the very thin, twenty-something man as he ran up towards him. Vicente opened his mouth to send him away; there was no use of some guy getting hurt because he was trying to play hero. Of course the same could be said about Vicente but he felt he was just slightly more built and have enough power to handle the situation.
That was his first mistake.
His back turned to the threat, he attempted to shout to the man, to tell him to run, when a diabolical laughter filled his ears. Then there was only pain.
Vicente smirked and chuckled lightly when he watched, in the movie, as a pair of men tried to convince one of the space mutants to let them live. He didn’t know why he found them begging for their lives funny. Maybe it was just the absurdity of the situation. It just seemed that whenever someone was pressed into a corner that they knew they couldn’t get out of, and tried to beg for life, it never seemed to work out. It was just silly to think that the space mutants were going to suddenly grow a conscience and let them live.
But, he guessed that anything was indeed possible. He just shrugged his shoulders there and smiled at the terrified Cheryl, and let her cling onto him.
He turned his gaze back to the movie when he heard struggling nearby. At first he thought it was some background noise in the movie and didn’t bother to seek out the source, but he was quickly learning that it was actually someone inside the theater. Nearly out of his seat, Vicente turned from left to right, finding no one in particular that was making the sound. He strained his eyes to look in the dimly lit room but there was absolutely nothing.
What was going on?
>> “I don’t care! Let me go!”
That sounded almost like a little girl or something screaming. Vicente was half standing out of his chair, trying to figure out what was going on when he called out into the dark.
“Hey! Knock it off!” he shouted, trying in vain to see where the perpetrators were.
“Vicente, don’t,” Cheryl started to say.
But the young chimera was already out of his seat. Moving down the length of the aisle, he started to move towards the back, looking to see where he heard the struggling. He searched and searched until finally he came closer to the back row and suddenly paused. There, kneeling down, was a very large woman covered from head to toe in red skin and remains of clothing that looked far too small for her. This couldn’t be good. Especially since she was gripping a little girl by the neck and choking the life out of her.
“Hey! Stop!!” Vicente suddenly said and moved towards her.
An hour into the movie and Vicente was smirking. This was probably one of the bloodiest movies he had ever seen (recently), filled with gore, guts, and sudden scenes which were made for the sole purpose of making people jump. Vicente didn’t jump. But Cheryl sure did, and it seemed that every time, she clung onto his arm just a tad bit tighter. At this part of the film, where the Space Mutants were running amok and tearing people’s faces off in the science lab, his date was so tightly fastened to his arm that the young chimera feared he would lose circulation.
But he didn’t bother to remove her. Instead, he just grinned as he opened his hand and gently squeezed her elbow. It was a calming gesture, just enough to show that he didn’t mind her grip and that she was safe.
Cheryl responded with a little smile before she buried her face into his shoulder. Another soldier had been eaten.
Awesome.
He had to admit that this was definitely a change of pace. His experience with women so far, except for Gina and Andrea, had been an experience that always so quickly led to intimacy. Not that that was all Vicente was good for, but he pretty much was all he knew up until right now. This was actually pretty sweet. He even kind of liked it. This may even be something he could partake in more often than just whenever he was asked. He could ask a girl out. How hard could it be?
”AHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Oh no!!”
Cheryl clung tighter and Vicente just smiled as he watched the movie. It was a pretty good flick.